Can it be dodged?: It could be dodged by maneveuring. The music notes are like homing missiles, but they are very slow. You could run at a wall, ect. and take a sharp turn and the music notes would then effect the said thing that was ran at . .being that they're slow. Generally, however, they get their target.
Blocked?: I'm afraid not. These are semi-solid, ghostly music notes . .not a sword or a punch, and cannot be blocked. However, it is dodged easily, so this shouldn't be so much of a problem.
Redirected?: Yes, but by Somnus herself, another weilding the Horn, or some sort of psychic method. Not by physical force, though.
Hit more than one target?: Not unless the targets are within three or four feet of each other.
Can it only be performed once, or many times with impunity?: It can be performed multiple times, but each time it is performed on the same subject within in a proximity of 24 hours however, the attack spans the half-life of it's former length. Let's say Sailor Somnus attacks Henry the Toilet Monster. After 30 minutes, he wakes up and Sailor Somnus attacks him again . .he goes to sleep for only 15 minutes this time. The time after that? 7 minutes. After that? 3 minutes. After that? 1 minute. After that? . .30 seconds . .you get my drift.

Weapons: Hypnos's Horn! . .Somnus is said to have an opium-filled horn, and this is symbolic form of that horn (no, she's not lugging around a narcotic!). The Horn is about the size of a large shoe box, and is shaped like a conch shell instead of a musican's horn or an animal's horn. The conch shell is made of gold, but lightweight (as go most magical items). It has a thin strap attached made of what seems to be flowing darkness. The exact material couldn't be named. Glittering powder that induces sleep is stored within, and can only be reached when the Horn is blown by Sailor Somnus. This is used for Sailor Somnus's attack, Depature to the Gates of Horn and Ivory. The name Hypnos's Horn comes from the greek counterpart of Somnus, Hypnos.

Guardian:  . .lacks one.

Part IV: Miscellaneous Information

Why you: WHY NOT?! I personally like this character. If you don't, then I'm going to cry. Well, not really . .but I'd really like to participate in your game. You like me, I know you do.
Miscellaneous: Some of this is probably balancing on the edge of Somnus and the God of Dreams. Eep. Don't spork me for it. Also! In the writing sample "T'ta a facc',arruso" means "I'll strip your face, asshole" and "Figlio di puttana" means "Son of a bitch" in Italian. Quite vulgar. I planned to have vulgar words in Italian as to avoid offending people. I know it's the same word, but if they only understand that it's bad instead of the actual choice words, it takes away some of the shock. ALSO! Lights go from green to yellow to red to yellow to green in Europe.

Part V: The Writing Sample


       PHOOFSH! . .screech!  The pink, whipping flurry that was moped and girl crossed through traffic almost recklessly, earning them several beeps of the horn and a few choice words. A traffic light was spotted and in the process of slowy coming to a halt, this beat-up junk of a car pulls in front and almost side swipes Lilu. A whip of her front visor was made, a colorful hand gesture indicated to the two young drivers of the car and a screech of "T'ta a facc', arruso!" They replied with an even more vulgar obsecenity and a few visual displays of their own. "Figlio di puttana .. " she murmered, speeding up and passing them when the light turned from red to yellow and most of the other drivers were just revving their engines. Soon, she turned from paved streets to narrower cobblestone roads, her driving slowed down as to avoid old people and their dogs.

       The ironed gate was spotted, the familiar face of Mummy propped against it, taking a drag off her cigerette. Swirving to a stop, Lilu removed her helmet and tucked it safely underarm. "Lelia Amaya, if you dare do that again, I swear I will beat you until your skin turns blue." Dust had grown in clouds from the moped, and the dirty cumulus danced around Lilu's mother like a halo of filth. "Hmm, Mummy, you're going to die from the cigerettes anyways." Attaching a chain to her moped and to the iron gate that fronted an alleyway courtyard they claimed as their own, Lilu planted a kiss on both of her mother's cheeks and commenced inside. Waves of flavorful smells wafted from the open windows and backdoor of the kitchen, her feet in their floppy sandals making pads of noise against the recently polished wooden floors as she came inside. Her grandfather was perched in a chair, reading the paper and listening to old records. Lilu took the oppertunity to come up from behind and kiss her beloved nonno's balding head, briefly enevloping him before hearing her plump little nonna shuffle inwards. "My little Lilu, how was school? Where is your mother? Come help me with these dumplings, dear. Wash up first!" Bombarding by questions, smiling Lilu just scrubbed her hands clean and joined her grandmother at the kitchen counter to cut, fill, and crimp the edges of homemade dumplings. "School was the same old stuff, different day. It went quite well and I had hardly a difficulty. Mummy is outside having a smoke. Do we have post today?" Nonna Anassa dumped the first dumplings into the pot on the stove, wiping her hands on her apron. Sqaut little Nonna had a charming face with rosey cheeks, and was quite dwarfed standing to her much taller granddaughter. "On the table," Nonna went back to her dumplings, and Lilu finished squishing together the edges of the last few.

       A quick scrub of the hands, and Lilu went to the mail, shifting through to a pink envelope mailed from England. Greg had sent another letter! "Greggy sent another!" Lilu happily squealed. A slam of a door annouced that Mummy had come in from her cigerette break, just in time to hear Lilu's annoucement. "Write to him to visit next time. I hardly see him anymore and he's my own son!" Smiling, Lilu sat down at the table with Nonno Basilio and ripped the letter open.